Though I’m sorry to say this, Madrid was actually my least favorite out of all the cities we visited. It felt too much like NYC: overcrowded, a bit too dirty and filled with people who wouldn’t really care if I was dead or alive. However, despite my distaste for the city as a whole, I can still agree that it is a city filled with many wonders.
We walked by the Palace and all the official buildings of Madrid government. When our guide Enrique told us we were going to enter another Cathedral, I practically died inside. “Another cathedral?” I thought. “This must be the 50th we’ve seen on this trip!” (Barely an exaggeration). Nonetheless, the Almudena Cathedral managed to blow me away. The colorfully geometric ceiling would amaze even the biggest skeptic, and I found myself once again amazed by the grandeur of Spanish cathedrals. You’d think after seeing 50, you’ve seen them all, but each one seems to bring its own unique flair.
After the Cathedral we had lunch and then visited Los Prados, a famous museum with a copious amount of art created by Masters. My eyes practically glinted when I discovered that one of my favorite paintings, The Garden of Earthly Delights, was harbored in these hallowed walls. I could have stared at that painting alone all afternoon, but the demands of the guide and the aching in my feet prevented me from doing so.
By the end of the day my feet hurt more than they ever have in the past, and when I removed my shoes I saw blisters on my pinkie toes ready to burst. I silently cursed my uncomfortable shoes as I walked each step to and from dinner in silent agony. I went to bed at the early hour of 10:30, and slept soundly until 8 the next morning. Onto our last stop of the trip: Segovia!